Racer
Note: None of the characters mentioned in this piece belong to me.
The following story is fictional and does not depict any actual person or event.
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Racer is based in 2007
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When a young teenager street racer's case goes cold, his mother, frantic for answers, flies from the other side of the world to beg the Philadelphia Police Department to help. What they find themselves in isn't the seedy underground of street racing, just a bunch of kids with murder in their past…
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Music: Opinions Won't Keep You Warm At Night – Kisschasy (all songs available on Youtube)
November
2007
Philadelphia
A car engine roars over the music, drowning it out a little as three cars pull up alongside one-another at a set of traffic lights. The three drivers look at each other and nod, the one in the middle smiling coldly at the two beside him. The young man in the green car on the left looks scared, but the young man on the right simply looks away from the smiling youth.
"You don't look scared Skip." The man in the middle yells at the young man.
'Skip' shakes his head, answering in a thick Australian accent. "Not a chance buddy, mainly cos I know I'm gonna win."
The youth laughs. "Not in this lifetime sunshine. I own these streets." He revs his engine again and the three drivers look ahead of them as the lights going the other way turn yellow. Then, in a flash, their lights turn green. The man in the centre as well as 'Skip' speed off. The man in the green car frowns as his engine begins to smoke as he starts off and he stalls in the centre of the road. He gets out, slamming his door and kicking the car as he looks up at the two sets of red taillights speeding off into the distance.
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Later…
A dark alleyway at night. A dog howls nearby and something, probably a rat or cat, moves a box to reveal the badly-bruised and bloody figure of 'Skip'. There are no visible injuries, but the wet tire marks leading away from the scene suggest one thing: this street racer has been run-over…